thematically fickle

Photographer Meg Wachter worked hard to put food on her family. Or…well…on her friends. But these days, with families so spread out, our friends do comprise our families.
The stills are brilliant and grin-inducing but the video made me laugh out loud.
Enjoy a mental health break on me.
Dumped! from Meg Wachter on Vimeo.

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On rotation in our DVD player right this minute is “Happy To Be Nappy and Other Stories of Me.” My friend Kelly gave it to me shortly after Ruby came home with instructions to watch it as soon as possible. Never mind that my child wouldn’t be interested in it for years. “I promise: You’ll [...]

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“Do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. Do you want to do it?”
“Sure. If you do.”
“Yeah, I guess. I mean, if you think you’re not gonna fall asleep in the middle.”
“Please! I’m not going to fall asleep. I’ll go get the splitter.”
And that’s where you would have found us, lying in bed with my [...]

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I had a little coughing fit in the car this morning—I hate it when my coffee goes down the wrong pipe—and decided to keep both hands on the steering wheel as I tried to simultaneously clear my windpipe and merge into rush-hour traffic.  A certain 39-inch passenger was unmoved by my predicament.
“Cover! Your! MOUF!” she ordered from her throne in [...]

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Are you ready for a bigger penis?
That was the question in the subject line of a bit of spam I received this morning and I had to think about it for a minute. Like…how big are we talking? Just curious.

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did.  So throw off the bowlines.  Sail away from the safe harbor.  Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore.  Dream. Discover.”
-Mark Twain

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Did you know that the hypothalmus regulates (among other things) breathing and sexual satisfaction? Maybe that’s why, even when my man has a horrendous cold that causes fatigue, a sore throat and congestion so severe that breathing is difficult even when he’s laying perfectly motionless, he still wants to “bury his face in [my] ass.” [...]

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I could stay home, put on my jammers, curl up with a glass of wine and begin to hash through my backed-up reading pile:

Or I could do a few more bicep curls, swallow down some of what she’s having, slip into my little black dress and go out dancing:

Hmmm…

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We made numerous and exceedingly gushing toasts to “Bobby” on Saturday night, the well-known grape crusher who died last Friday at the age of 94.  Somewhere between The Lei Lounge and Bar Pink Elephant and tucked in between martini number three and glass of wine number two (ouch), I learned that Bobby had changed the pronunciation of his name from [...]

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When all the rest of the news—global, national, local—is so very bad, this fabulous, rainbow-colored, boa-wearing tid bit sashayed from within my speakers as I drove along Torrey Pines Road, handed me a cosmo and blew me kisses that tingled my spine.  Of course, petitions to put gay marriage before voters are already underway. And [...]

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